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Look Only at Me

What even is this? Self indulgent Victuri smut is what it is!
Episode 6 sent my imagination into overdrive and that’s my only excuse.

“Viktor come on! I’ve felt so unmotivated without you.” Chris whined, his voice echoing around the empty bathroom.
Yuuri stilled, his hand holding tightly onto the door as he tried to stop it from slamming shut. An uneasy feeling washed over him, as Yuuri realised he had walked in on a conversation he had no right to be hearing. He should leave, or walk around the cubicle wall so Viktor and Chris knew he was there. It wasn’t like Yuuri was doing anything untoward, they wouldn’t be shocked by his presence. It was a public bathroom after all. Yuuri had only been looking for Viktor, he just wanted to see him and now he’d succeeded. So why was he hiding? There was nothing stopping him from speaking to his coach. He should just do it. Still, something twisted in the pit of his stomach and it kept Yuuri rooted to the spot as he waited to hear Viktor’s response.
“So?” Viktor replied sounding unusually cold.
“So?” Chris snapped incredulous, before purring “offer me something to look forward too. You know how skating makes me.”
Yuuri felt his heart drop as he realised the implication behind Chris’ words. He suddenly felt very sick and reached for the door not wanting to hear anymore.

“True but I don’t feel like it. You’ll have to find someone else.” Viktor suggested helpfully.
Yuuri’s hand froze in mid-air. Viktor was turning Chris down.
“Viktor don’t be like that! Do it for old times sake. Playing coach must be stressful… all that tension building up - how long has it been since you’ve had someone inside of you now? You’re body must be aching for release. Just remembering the way your nose scrunches when you’re being fucked and the noises you make. I could come right now.” Chris sighed.
“You’ll ruin your outfit.” Viktor deadpanned.

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4

“On a night like this, a man might believe anything’s possible.”

In Memory of Shepard

They call her ruthless. Destructive. They deemed her unstable, limitless, and cold. A renegade. They call her ‘get it done’. And oh how did she get things done. But they never saw the grief of what she had to be, and how it made her feet drag. How soft the heart was underneath the armour. There was so much more to Commander Shepard than the name; the legend. Behind the stories, there was still the girl who’d been left cowering, alone, in the streets. The girl who fought tooth and nail to deserve some humanity. The scars on her face, from where death had nearly found its purchase, were more famous than her sacrifice. Small children draw crayon replicas, shouting words of violence as they pretend to kill one another. And what is left of who she truly was? A name on a plaque.    

In the gathered crowd there is silence. Heads are bent, only a handful understanding why. The rest, well, there was always someone else to be ‘get it done’. Someone would have saved them, that was the natural order of things. Someone is speaking words, commemorating her sacrifice, as though they could possibly comprehend it. She gave so much more than her life, and she is thanked only for her destruction. She killed Saren. She killed the collectors. She killed the Reapers. Is that all they can see? Death will taint her memory. She will become Commander Shepard – Slayer of Reapers.

Somewhere, an Asari leaves the crowd, angry and determined. A relic following hurriedly behind her, amazed at how these primitives had become family. A Turian has a fist gripping at the clothing on his chest, as though his heart is trying to escape. It’s raining, he’ll tell them if they ask why his eyes are wet. It won’t stop raining. Face free and clear – healthy – a Quarian leads an entire fleet back to their ship, feet falling hard in the pointless silence. There are Krogan too, two of them. Their grief is open and terrifying.

They will leave, remembering a woman who healed more than she hurt. A woman who loved, and laughed. She was more to them than a killer. More, even, than a friend. She was Commander Shepard – A Saviour.

But she is ashes, now, drifting. Carried on winds calmer than any she had known.

Hi Everyone!

So I decided to install xkit on my sister’s computer. (I’ll remove it before I leave.) Thanks to ‘originals only’ I might actually be able to keep up with my dash for the next couple of days. :D

Sister’s recovery is going okay. Not quite as good as we hoped, but not bad, either. I’m not getting any of the writing done I hoped to do, but I don’t mind that. Much more important to take care of the sis.

Then once I get back to Chicago, my aunt is having hip replacement surgery. My mom and I are the only family she’s got in the area, so we’ll be helping out there as much as we can. 

(In March, Mom is having major gum surgery, followed by Dad’s cataract surgery in April. All of my fingers are crossed for a surgery free May!)

Brendon Urie - FluffySmut

*a/n because I love him*

“Good morning beautiful” Brendon said to you as you opened your eyes and his face beamed at you with his cheeky smile and messy hair.
“Nope, I don’t wanna get up, leave me alone” you said and curled back up into the duvet taking all of it and turning yourself into a burrito.
“Come-on, if you want to stay in bed at least let me join you” He purred at you, making your body tingle.
“Fineee” you turned back around and threw some at him, pretending to be unaffected.
He pulled all of it over him, leaving you with none this time.
“Oi, I might actually freeze to death” you were left in just underwear.
“Well, you’ll have to fight me for it” he said with a cheeky smile.
You climbed across the bed and started hitting the duvet, and pulling at it trying to get it back.
“Give it backkkkkk” you moaned at him, sat on top of him still trying to get it.
He grabbed you and tickled you until you were a laughing and cursing mess on the bed. He pushed the duvet away and sat on top of you.
“I’m pretty sure you don’t need the duvet to keep you warm, baby” he purred into your ear and started to make you wet.
“Oh really?” You smiled back at him and he attacked your lips, kissing and biting them, his tongue was dancing with yours. You could feel a bulge in his boxers grow and you opened your legs for him, allowing him to get closer to you.
He kissed your neck gently and grazed it with his teeth, making you writhe under his touch. He noticed you becoming frustrated so his lips trailed further down your body until he was just at you panties.
He took them off with his teeth and kissed your inner thigh, he put one finger inside you, causing you to moan and arch your back at the pleasure you had been craving all morning.
“You’re so wet” Brendon moaned into your ear and added another finger, gently pumping them in and out of you. You moaned slight moans as he moved his head back down and his tongue flicked your clit.
He took his fingers out so he could eat you out easier, you pushed his head down, his arms were wrapped around you thighs, his nails digging in slightly.
His tongue flicked perfectly around you making you rut yourself towards his face more. One of his hands went up to you breast and his squeezed your nipple slightly. You knew you were close but didn’t want to come until Brendon had too, you stopped him and climbed on top. He pulled his boxers off, letting his hard cock out for you. You lowered yourself onto him slowly, letting yourself adjust to his width and length.
“Fuck” he moaned under his breath as you moved yourself up and down slowly, leaning into him and kissing his collar bone.
He grabbed your ass and helping push you up and down, moving his hips slightly too.
You were getting turned on at how frustrated his was getting, trying to move you faster on him. You sped up leaning into him more, and moving your hips quicker, panting and moaning.
“I fucking love you” Brendon moaned into your ear.
You felt a knot in your stomach, you couldn’t hold back much longer. Brendon looking like a sweaty mess underneath you, his strangled moans and the feel of him inside you was too much. You sped up, screamed his name and came, still riding him as you orgasmed. The feel of you tightening around him, made him come too, you rode out his orgasm as him yelled profanities and his nails dug into your ass. You slowed down as he finished and collapsed onto him.
“Thank you” Brendon said to you as he pushed your hair away from your face and softly kissed your lips.
“Do we still have to get up?” You asked and pouted.
“Nah, I think we’ll be okay here for the day” he replied and pulled you into him, your head resting on his chest.

“Good morning beautiful” Brendon said to you as you opened your eyes and his face beamed at you with his cheeky smile and messy hair.
“Nope, I don’t wanna get up, leave me alone” you said and curled back up into the duvet taking all of it and turning yourself into a burrito.
“Come-on, if you want to stay in bed at least let me join you” He purred at you, making your body tingle.
“Fineee” you turned back around and threw some at him, pretending to be unaffected.
He pulled all of it over him, leaving you with none this time.
“Oi, I might actually freeze to death” you were left in just underwear.
“Well, you’ll have to fight me for it” he said with a cheeky smile.
You climbed across the bed and started hitting the duvet, and pulling at it trying to get it back.
“Give it backkkkkk” you moaned at him, sat on top of him still trying to get it.
He grabbed you and tickled you until you were a laughing and cursing mess on the bed. He pushed the duvet away and sat on top of you.
“I’m pretty sure you don’t need the duvet to keep you warm, baby” he purred into your ear and started to make you wet.
“Oh really?” You smiled back at him and he attacked your lips, kissing and biting them, his tongue was dancing with yours. You could feel a bulge in his boxers grow and you opened your legs for him, allowing him to get closer to you.
He kissed your neck gently and grazed it with his teeth, making you writhe under his touch. He noticed you becoming frustrated so his lips trailed further down your body until he was just at you panties.
He took them off with his teeth and kissed your inner thigh, he put one finger inside you, causing you to moan and arch your back at the pleasure you had been craving all morning.
“You’re so wet” Brendon moaned into your ear and added another finger, gently pumping them in and out of you. You moaned slight moans as he moved his head back down and his tongue flicked your clit.
He took his fingers out so he could eat you out easier, you pushed his head down, his arms were wrapped around you thighs, his nails digging in slightly.
His tongue flicked perfectly around you making you rut yourself towards his face more. One of his hands went up to you breast and his squeezed your nipple slightly. You knew you were close but didn’t want to come until Brendon had too, you stopped him and climbed on top. He pulled his boxers off, letting his hard cock out for you. You lowered yourself onto him slowly, letting yourself adjust to his width and length.
“Fuck” he moaned under his breath as you moved yourself up and down slowly, leaning into him and kissing his collar bone.
He grabbed your ass and helping push you up and down, moving his hips slightly too.
You were getting turned on at how frustrated his was getting, trying to move you faster on him. You sped up leaning into him more, and moving your hips quicker, panting and moaning.
“I fucking love you” Brendon moaned into your ear.
You felt a knot in your stomach, you couldn’t hold back much longer. Brendon looking like a sweaty mess underneath you, his strangled moans and the feel of him inside you was too much. You sped up, screamed his name and came, still riding him as you orgasmed. The feel of you tightening around him, made him come too, you rode out his orgasm as him yelled profanities and his nails dug into your ass. You slowed down as he finished and collapsed onto him.
“Thank you” Brendon said to you as he pushed your hair away from your face and softly kissed your lips.
“Do we still have to get up?” You asked and pouted.
“Nah, I think we’ll be okay here for the day” he replied and pulled you into him, your head resting on his chest.

Imagine Thorin using Bilbo’s plump belly as a pillow, and when Bilbo tries to squirm away, because your beard tickles Thorin, he just hugs him to keep him still before starting to snore.
Or blowing raspberries on his skin if he’s not that sleepy (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

So everyone is talking about if spectre is Craig’s last Bond movie because of the ending -you know, the unlikely heteroromance forged in 2-4 days driving to the sunset and all, but. Think about it. In the movie, Bond ends up leaving right? So in the next movie, following canon, he should be living family-style with Blondie girl whose name I can’t remember right now, far away from spy stuff.
But what happens with spectre??
It was not a tiny organization. It was not just one bad guy. There where lots of people in that meeting, and they all had plans and general evilness going on between them (note that they are actually reporting to each other before the main baddie walks into the room). Are we supposed to assume that they just stop trying to take over the world?? I don’t think so.
So, next movie: spectre is back, cause spectre is a group of people not just one guy and one main base.

Now, think about this spectre movie. Who was the one who ultimately destroyed spectre’s plans? Not the one that killed the main heads of the organization, but the one that directly stopped their plans. That wasn’t Bond, it was Q. Q with his glasses and his cats and his brilliant brain literally stopped single handily the work of the whole group. He, with his laptop, sitting at the back of a car, in what, and hour and something? So, who is the real threat to spectre’s plans? You guessed it.
Next movie: spectre takes an interest in Q. It might be them wanting to kill him, or get information about his coding, or maybe even trying to make him join them? (We could have some Q past there or something, so many possibilities)

BUT. THE MAIN THING. THE ACTUAL THING.

The first scenes. We can see Bond living his normal life (get something funny, having him doing common stuff. Make some easy comedy out of him trying to fit in the society as a normal guy), and everything is nice and good and Blondie is super happy and they have some fine sex life and blah blah blah. And when we all think he is happy, satisfied with his life, when he has fooled us just as he has fooled Blondie, we get a scene of him in the shadows, maybe getting out of bed at night, looking troubled, almost like he doesn’t know if he should do something. And then we see him taking a gun out of somewhere, and heading to the streets. Bar after bar, drink after drink, he deliberately insults someone until they fight him. (Maybe that someone was insulting another someone?) Time for some action -blood, shattered windows and that Bond mambo jambo, until he gets the gun out. Everyone freezes, and we see Bond hesitate for some long, tense seconds looking to the other man’s eyes (oh so poetic right?) before he lowers the gun and leaves the place.

Just establishing what everybody knew when the left the theatre: Bond can not have a life away from violence, playing the hero and the spy world cause that’s who he is.
Then, after some heartbreaking scene, or maybe some Blondie time, or anything really, just something that shows us how mistaken we where about his life for the first moments of the movie, enter a call:

“007, we need you”
“I’m not a 00 anymore, M.”
“You don’t understand, Bond. There’s-”
“I think the one who is not understanding is-”
“The got him. They have Q.”

BOOM. There you go, screen writers, your next draft of a plot. You are welcome.

I made another OC for Moonlight Wishes!

Her name is Primrose, she’s a young 15 year old girl who lived in Brudonia’s nearby forest for her whole life alone, but with small forest creatures comforting her. She grew up not knowing who her guardians were. She’s extremely timid and prone to danger. She happened to learn some sort of magic by sneaking into the back of the academy and borrowing some spell books. Elora and Galena found her one day while picking some flowers for their dorm and after reasoning with her Primrose accepted to be part of Brudonia to become a wizard too. She only knows two types of magic so far, being the unique transformation magic & nature magic. For her transformation magic, she only transforms when she wants to hide or is too shy to be around anybody, she most likely chooses the form of a tiny bird (like the one above) because that’s her favorite animal. Nature magic can make her control the life of plants and can grow them at her will.

More will be explained soon! Hope you guys like her!

honeygoldd  asked:

If you don't mind can I request an angst Scenario of Hanamiya who had an s/o that went through a horrible accident and lost their memory but when they finally woke up they think that Hanamiyas some kind of a bad man, like an enemy of some sort. Does this make sense?

Yes it does, don’t worry! Here you go! -Admin Fyre


It didn’t hurt as much when you scorned his advances, because he knew you didn’t mean the things you said.

It didn’t hurt as much when the two of you fought, because you always made up afterward.


The pain never broke him, because you coming back to him was good enough to heal him.

“Makoto, don’t you ever wonder if one day I might actually leave you?”

Hanamiya chuckled, reaching over unexpectedly to flick your forehead. “Idiot. I’ll never let that happen. I’ll make sure that you don’t regret falling in love with me.”


But life was not a fairy tale, and Hanamiya was about to find out exactly how harsh reality was.




“Amnesia?”

Hanamiya’s voice came out broken, disbelieving. The doctor dipped his head apologetically. “I’m sorry. I cannot say if this is permanent. It may be possible to regain some memories over time, but the circumstances vary with every case. You may go in to visit now, if you’d like. Perhaps seeing you or hearing your voice would ring a bell…?”

He didn’t need telling twice. Without another word Hanamiya pushed past the doctor and into your hospital room.


You were sitting up, looking out the window at the sunset over the city, like some typical advertisement image to a romance movie, the kind that had happy endings with tearful reunions and all.

At the sound of his arrival, you turned to look at him, eyes widening, and for a brief, fleeting moment, Hanamiya foolishly believed that you actually recognised him, that you would smile and greet him, and he’d chide you for being so careless and getting yourself hurt, and you’d apologise sheepishly and the two of you would make up, as if nothing had ever happened.

As if you’d still be in love with each other.


“W-who are you?”

Fuck. Fuck. He thought he’d be ready for it.

“I’m Hanamiya Makoto,” he began, walking slowly towards you, not wanting to frighten you. “Don’t worry, the doctor mentioned that you’d lost some of your memory…I’m your—”


“Wait!” You burst out suddenly, pressing up close to the wall of your bed, pulling your blanket up to your knees defensively, making Hanamiya stop in his tracks. “D-don’t come near me.”

Oh God. “Wait, I’m not…”

“Please.” Your voice was quavering. “I don’t know you.”


But I do, Hanamiya almost felt like retorting. His temper was wearing thin, a string that threatened to snap in two, and nothing to hold back his usual demeanor. He told himself to be patient, and yet…

He hated this. He knew what you saw: a man with pale skin and dark hair, a sinister aura and eyes that could not be trusted. For years you’d been the only one who saw past that and loved him. And now you saw him as the man everyone else saw: a delinquent, an enemy, a stranger.

Hanamiya took a deep breath. Maybe you just needed time. Maybe the aftereffects of the accident just hadn’t worn off yet.


“I’ll come back tomorrow.” He tried to smile reassuringly, but it felt wrong, so he left quickly.




The next day Hanamiya arrived at the hospital with some of your possessions, things that could stir your memory. Your favourite book. An iPod of your favourite songs. A small box.

The doctor was waiting for him at the door of your room. “I’m sorry, but you cannot go in.”

“What?” Everything that Hanamiya had planned to say to you, a night’s worth of preparation and speeches and reminiscing, gone. “What the hell are you talking about?”


“________ believes it’s best to keep things this way…” The doctor sounded apprehensive. “…until memories of you could return. You have to understand…no offense meant, sir, but ________ thinks that you…”

He trailed off, and Hanamiya felt anger boil in his veins. “That I what? That I was going to do something?”

“I don’t know—”

“I’m a monster now? Is that it?”

The doctor hesitated. “There’s nothing more I can do. This is the patient’s wish. Please leave or I will call security.”


They were treating him like a criminal. No, you were treating him like one. And here Hanamiya had thought that the things he’d brought you could allow you to remember who he was to you.

At that moment Hanamiya felt lonelier than he’d ever felt before, and that feeling seemed to fill up his lungs and crush his ability to breathe.


“When…” Hanamiya cleared his throat. “When can I come back?”

“It’s hard to say. It’s not uncommon for a patient with amnesia to be uncomfortable with people or things that would have normally been familiar with them. It’s certainly better for them to become accustomed to those things gradually again in their own time…”

He doesn’t need to dress up the explanation in pretty words. Hanamiya already knew what he meant.


Brusquely he thrust the box full of your possessions at the doctor. “Give these to ________,” he muttered. “I’ll…I’ll keep my distance.”

The doctor looked equally as awkward. “Of course. I’ll let you know if anything changes.”




What would your reaction be, Hanamiya wondered, when you opened that box and found the ring inside that he’d proposed to you with, only days before your accident?

Hanamiya wished he could have told you himself that you had said yes.




A month later the box was mailed back to him.

Even though it looked as though it’d been opened and rummaged through, the sheer fact that it was sitting on his doorstep again was enough of an answer for Hanamiya.

There was a letter on top, addressed to him.


Hanamiya Makoto,

I thought I ought to return this to you.

The doctor told me that you picked out these things to help me remember, because you were my lover. You must have put a lot of effort into it, so thank you, I guess.

But I’m sorry. I can’t remember.

You’ll be angry at me. I could see it in your eyes when you came to see me.

I saw a person with nothing but pain and anger in his eyes, and I wondered, “What did I see in this man?”

I see pictures of you and me, notes that we wrote to each other, songs we sang; a happy life between two people I don’t recgonize.

I’m sorry this happened, and I’m sorry that I have to leave you. But I’m not who you know me as, nor who you want me to be.

Don’t let this change you. You will find someone who loves you as much as you loved me.

But that person won’t be me.


Hanamiya swallowed. “Fuck!” he spat, hands gripping the letter. He wanted to crumple it, tear it up, set it on fire, anything to deny the reality written to him.

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to destroy the last thing you’ve given him.


So that’s it. He failed. That was the verdict. He couldn’t make you change your mind, make you realise who you had been in his eyes, make you give him a chance.

Instead he’d made you regret ever loving him.

This is fairykiid! and I am chaning my url I think/will be trying out a different # of urls today 
here are the ones that I am choosing from ahh
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cloudpoof
rainyfloof
daysily
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watily
rainybean

and I might end up going back 2 fairykiid, but yea! <3